When you held me
I stopped leaking
for a short moment
that was a sparkle.
I saw you and you saw me
and I was hurt
by what the world
had done to you.
All of ourselves
and skins still marked
by thoughts and shards
sank into each other.
I want to be thankful
for this happy ending,
but I don‘t want this
to ever end.
„Happy never ending?“, my witch giggles into her bottle of wine.
„Never happy ending“, I respond.
Mistress witch writes 